We got it from a very sweet Mr. & Mrs. far, far away. I thought that choosing a piano was going to be the lengthy and meticulous process, but it was actually getting the piano from travel point "A" to travel point "B" that was the trickster. After three set dates and a few companies later, the day had arrived. I was really tired actually. The Sergeant was up literally all night with waves of crying from the culprit of double ear infections. There was nothing that I did that helped, but the snuggles that drifted us both to sleep at wee hours of the morning... finally. Then Benny wakes me to remind me it is the day... and we nest for our delivery that will be coming. We found the perfect spot. It's where you can feel the breeze when the door is open, see the candle I like to light, against the wall to focus and most importantly hear from wherever you are. See, it's perfect, every darn bit.
Between a doctor visit for my Sergeant and some cat-naps, it came. I got the joy to welcome it first... after I inched it just where I wanted it of course. Stink played some chicken-pecked classic songs in his underwear like he wasn't even sick. And I knew Benny was going to fall in love for it.
Benny, my son that has a more developed side of the arts has always eyed pianos and gets right up on them to play, without knowing what he is truly doing. There is this one summer image that I won't ever forget of him at a beach house... I took a picture to keep memory of it:
It's how Benny's nickname started. He looked proper, like a proper boy with the name of Benjamin should. He sat tall as his hands spaced just right towards the keys, eyeing everything he was doing with wonder... and turns to me with those glowing eyes of his and creates the sweetest of true smiles. Then starts playing, but turning his smile to what he was doing. I wanted to attack him with a million kisses. But I held back, for the moment anyways, and captured his curiosity. I saw another one of those 'looks of interest' recently and it was time to really dive in to this and see where things go.
Benny came home from School and ran right to our perfect place where the piano awaits... and yes, love for it is where he fell. He and I are taking lessons together to build our talent and continue to grow our mommy-son relationship. My sweet boy that loves his quality time. I can't wait to play with him. The Sergeant likes to play as well- but his version is more like short sessions of pounding, followed by running outside. Benny's touch of the keys are much different than brother's, and he is focused. Benny was ambidextrous in preschool... wrote with his left as he dotted, crossed and switched with and to his right... until I made him choose a hand which was recommended by his teacher, because he wouldn't. So, he uses both hands equally wonderful as he plays the piano.
The Sergeant, who would rather be on the football field knocking people down, running and catching a ball started tackle football today. Even though his talents are different... he is just as gifted. He has been running around the house in his tackle gear getting re-acclimated, but between home conditioning did make a song for mom on the piano I will share.
I am going to wait to share Benny's work until he says it's okay.... What I can tell you is that the sound of my child playing the piano is the most sweetest sounds I have ever cooked to in my very kitchen.
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